The Cowboy Poet and Clarabell

ClaraBell was the schoolmarm over yonder near Little Creek Taught the young'uns for more years than she'd care to tell They called her 'n old spinster, but what folks didn't know Was that ClaraBell had loved Slim fer a mighty long spell He came a-ridin' up on old Dan, to a church supper one night Bow-legged and and pigeon-toed , he sure weren't no prize But there was sumthun about that old boy that touched her heart Just the way he spoke, he rightly sounded like a poet in disguise So the years went by and Slim never cottened to sweet ClaraBell Now rumor had it that some cowboy verses he'd started to write And the darned old fool was apparently better than just good His poetry told stories of cowboys, and folks listened far into the night One stormy night poor Slim was taken real bad, it looked like the end Our ClaraBell rode her hoss hard through the dark to be there at his side He took her hand and whispered real low, Clara," you ain't nearly so bad" They put on his jeans and she tenderly kissed him before his last ride.... Barbara Gorelick- 9/6/13 For Shadow Hamilton's " New Contest Team Work".. Written In collaboration with Robert L. Hinshaw and his Poem " Cowboy Poet".